EZamor

Cover of "Out of Jail" by They Might Be Giants. Vocals and guitar by Ky Fifer Drums by Matthew Osborn

Electronic cover of "Snail Shell" by They Might Be Giants.

Instrumental cover of "Dead" by They Might Be Giants with background vocals.

Instrumental 8-bit version of "Istanbul (Not Constantinople)" in the style of They Might Be Giants.

Instrumental cover of "We Live In a Dump" by They Might Be Giants.

Cover version of She's an Angel for karaoke.

My cover of The Mesopotamians by They Might Be Giants. I added horns and changed up the drum tracks.

Cover of the Pet Shop Boys track from their album Nightlife.

Erasure - When A Lover Leaves You [EZamor's String-Confetti Remix] by EZamor

Produced by Kaz Gamble Additional Remix and Production by EZamor Vocals & Lyrics: Sisely Treasure Keyboards: Kaz Gamble Guitars: Houston Bernard Bass Guitar: Greg Parker Additional Keyboards and Programming: Emilio Zamorano

I know your name I've seen the plan Reading your dreams Looking to land We have no fear We're ancient friends Voltage is high the shock never ends Fall from the sky Fall from on high You're like a mirror to my soul We are forever changing roles Giver of light, receiver of fire Making me whole You burn me again Your furnace in wind A light from the source A terrible din You sear to the heart A bolt from the blue This voice from the past Is synging anew But I hold the charge I'm taking the load Just foolish enough to Stand in your road I felt it before I live for the pain I look for you now Wherever there's rain Fall from the sky Fall from on high You're like a mirror to my soul We are forever changing roles Giver of light, receiver of fire Making me whole I hold the power I caught your light Playing the game Toying with might You want it back but I'm like a child Clutching my dream You're feeling riled You know my name You know the plan Reading my dreams of fleeing the land We have no fear We're ancient friends the voltage is high the shock never ends Fall from the sky Fall from on high You're like a mirror to my soul We are forever changing roles Giver of light, receiver of fire Making me whole Lyrics © 2008 by Daniel Staniforth Vocals, guitar by Daniel Staniforth Additional remix & production by Luna Trick

AJ Craft - À Espera [EZamor Mix] by EZamor

AJ Craft - Nada a Perder [EZamor Mix] by EZamor

Cover of "Spiralling" by Erasure

Cover of "The Walk" by The Cure

Cover of "Bette Davis Eyes" by Kim Carnes

Chrysta Bell - The Truth Is [EZamor Mix] by EZamor

Put away your gun And look upon your brother A time for PEACE has come A season like no other One drop on the pond Put away your fear That others are unlike you We shed the self-same tear And feel the pain that others do Put away you pride Humility is virtue Reach down deep inside Embrace the man you never knew One drop in the blue Peace will come to you One drop in the blue Peace will come to you One drop in the blue Peace will come to you Lyrics © 2009 by Daniel Staniforth

Vocals and cello by Daniel Staniforth Acoustic guitar by Yemen Auf Al-Rawi "The song is a lament of an innocent woman being taken to the block (or the guillotine)... but becomes a greater lament for people and their spectator cruelty." - Daniel Staniforth She's waiting for the axe to finally fall She wonders if there's anything at all Beyond her, or is it just an empty dream? She's failing while whispers turn to screams Body Undone Mind all gone Cessation Cessation They're laughing, she stumbles to the ground She winces because her hands are bound What purpose does this all achieve? Will time find the heart to grieve? Remind us of our Cruelty? What nonsense, these notions of Eternity Voyeurs on the great divide Delight in this homicide Despite her innocence in being here Paupers and peddlers of empty fear Divine, haloed in the Sunlight And brave, head held fast and eyes bright Depraved, the crowd roars its mad amusement And time, time demands its punishment Cessation Cessation Lyrics © 2009 by Daniel Staniforth

Vocals by Daniel Staniforth Background vocals by Rebsie Fairholm Why are dead men so contrite I feel the chill of their bodies tonight I taste the blood in the dustless rain Somehow I know I will never be the same Most of my friends are buried fore they’re dead I hear them moan in the sand and cordite Much more than blood or tears is shed In this last cold testament of fright The sun now gloats with its burning eye Revealing more of the wasted mound The random zip of bullets whip the sky As I watch more souls go down Wondering if it’s my turn next For why should I survive Dulce et decorum est How pitiful the cry Merciless forces are the fates In this our charming war Trembling amongst dismembered mates It’s time to pay the whore If I die, or beat the odds It’s just a game to faceless gods. If I die, or beat the odds It’s all the same to faceless gods.

It's just a game It's just a game You've hit the floor Nowhere to go Can't find the door The Ceiling's low Game - Gives you away Gane - Cold light of day Game - Begs you to stay Game - beats back the grey You can burn out - but don't fade away You can burn out - but don't fade away Fall from a lofty height Black like the dead of night Crawl from your embryo Back to where dead men go It's just a game It's just a game You've let me down You've knocked me loose You've made me frown You've made me bruise That's what you choose I know a game that you can play Chase your shadow till it goes away Then book a dream to yesterday Game - Gives you away Gane - Cold light of day Game - Begs you to stay Game - beats back the grey You can burn out - but don't fade away You can burn out - but don't fade away Don't fade away Don't fade away Lyrics © 2008 by Daniel Staniforth Vocals, guitars, and bass by Daniel Staniforth

So, this is where I find myself at last. I'm not smart enough to know what was best. I look around with eyes that still can't see. I grope in the dark but miss your touch. Are you there? I need you so much. Lyrics © 2008 by Charlene M. Kankiewicz

Vocals: António Louro Guitar: Daniel Staniforth

The pigeons are startled when the shadows fall The arrows are raining from the archer's wall My dreams are distracted by a haunted face My weapons discarded by your ghost's embrace My spirit is bracing with an endless yearn I find it enchanting, your startled return The Peasants are dancing on a moon-blanched field The moments are silver where the memories yield My hope is caught waning as the sunlight comes Our silhouette fading in a night undone My spirit is bracing with an endless yearn I find it enchanting, your startled return You know where you were going And you had to go alone I couldn't change that, knowing That my heart would turn to stone My spirit is bracing with an endless yearn I find it enchanting, your startled return The devil's beguiling with one last kiss The statues all smiling with their breath remiss My heart beats in sorrow in its stony tomb I wait for tomorrow and your touch of doom My spirit is bracing with an endless yearn I find it enchanting, your startled return My spirit is bracing with an endless yearn I find it enchanting, your startled return My spirit is bracing with an endless yearn I find it enchanting, your startled return Your startled return Your startled return Your startled return Lyrics © 2008 by Daniel Staniforth & Charlene Kankiewicz Vocals by Daniel Staniforth

Vocals by Michael Marquesen Additional acoustic guitar by Yeman Auf Al-Rawi

Lyrics & vocals by Linda Courtien

The way is as clear as darkest night But I can't see what's outta sight I listen hard to nothin' there All o' my tattered shades are drawn Some o' my friends have up an' gone Life, it ain't no Irish Fair [chorus] Are you ready now for digging deep? Are you game to climb the mighty heap? Or would you rather do The Monkey Sleep? Or would you rather do The Monkey Sleep? Gotta move on to hyperspace Get respect, make bold the chase Dab oil on my rusty side Free of circular reasoning, my passion more than seasoning, ready for a jetstream ride [chorus] Are you ready now for digging deep? Are you game to climb the mighty heap? Or would you rather do The Monkey Sleep? Or would you rather do The Monkey Sleep? Lyrics by Richard Schletty, 8-1-2008

Original song by 7732 Beats Lyrics and vocals by AJ Craft and GNZ Remix and additional production by EZamor

Hey!! Put your hands in the air!! Put your hands in the air!! Stop!!! I’m a mic checker more addict than a hacker It’s first-class when I verse to the mass Hip hop is my gun, lyrics are my shells Raining down on town ready to ring the bells Stage to stage, rhyme to rhyme My words are loose in space and time I break this down and bring it on top My skills are magic. Just breathe and stop Here from I don’t know direct to you The funky drunky sound and lunacy too Speaker’s burn with my fuckin’ rage Trailing my mind as I turn this page Drivin’ you slowly and bringing fire Rhyming with soul and expressing desire The breakdown is crucial to rock steady I hope that you are ready Chorus: When I grab the mic I turn insane When I take the mic I bring the pain When I’m on stage it feels so fine When I rhyme the world is mine I cannot end this… pull me in Push me harder and then drag that string Make me wanna sing, make me wanna rap So furious… so fast… this game is a trap I knock you out… heat the floor one more time I’m the master of the game so I score prime I’m illegal… I’m unofficial… I’m immoral… I’m informal I’m of the record… superior to the normal Sit down… relax and burn with my words Do you know how this shit works? I’m the leader… you follow me When you look to me what a fuck do you see? Your boss… Your pimp… hey open your mind Is just craft… yours truly all the time Come to the stage with me… come with me Be like me… I’m whatever I wanna be Chorus Hey!! Put your hands in the air!! Put your hands in the air!! Hey!! Put your hands in the air!! Like you just don’t care Pianos kicks Mind slicks Beating… spiting Drinking and living Life my way Night by night day by day Over and over again Just the memory remains Chorus Lyrics © 2007 by António Louro Vocals by AJ Craft

Vocals and lyrics by António Louro

Vocals by Michael Marquesen Acoustic guitar by Yeman Auf Al-Rawi

Featuring vocals by Steve Hale I have a regular job, a normal job, a boring job like everyone else on this little hot blue marble I want something better isn't that the way? I'm told to want something better, so I want it a glamorous occupation is what I deserve my glamorous occupation my glamorous occupation waits for me... I want to do the fantastic, completely bombastic, without any glasses I want to have the shiny things that blind my eyes I want something perfect doesn’t that sound good I’m told to want perfect things, so I want them a glamorous occupation is what I deserve my glamorous occupation my glamorous occupation (is looking for me...) I toil away these hours I spend I’m always so sleepy when the day comes to an end I wish I had, the energy to follow my dreams but I’d rather have them, handed to me for free then everyone will see my glamorous occupation becomes me a pilot, poet, playwright, acrobat, painter or diva lion tamer, king of the world, model or zeppelin captain international spy, chocolate tasting tester, super hero, film star, evil genius, trust fund baby I toil away these hours I spend I’m always so sleepy when the day comes to an end I wish I had, the energy to follow my dreams but I’d rather have them, handed to me for free then everyone will see my glamorous occupation becomes me my glamorous occupation looks for me (my glamorous occupation becomes me) (my glamorous occupation waits for me) (my glamorous occupation becomes me) (my glamorous occupation looks for me) everyone thinks I’m a star but I just like the shiny things.... Lyrics by Steve Hale

Electrocide by EZamor

Dominus Proboscis His large nose senses no mystical realm, no god, no hope, no aroma of love. With dulled senses he stumbles 'cross small divides, never seizing the day, never reaching for stars. He cannot adjust his lifelong habits to forestall disaster. The assailant can surely snatch away all. His attitude stinks. His muscles are atrophied. His mind is anemic. He is unable and unwilling to embrace his neighbors. He is an automaton who spins out his days in grief, in despair, incommunicado. He is an easy mark, a sitting duck, to be bagged and diced, skewered and fried, consumed and regurgitated. Lord, help the man! Does a mother weep? Does a beggar sleep? Is the child frail from a lack of ale? Are your nails too long to play this song? Do the wicked win or do they lose with Satan? Lyrics ©2006 Richard Schletty